The deep night slowly passed, and the hazy darkness was driven away by the countless rays of the newly risen sun. Golden light spilled across the land as the Hillsbrad Foothills welcomed another morning. Despite staying awake all night, Rex showed no trace of fatigue. Instead, he was still hard at work, brimming with energy. Research journals and books of magic lay spread before him.
Some of the magic books still bore magical seals, while others had none at all. Vorgan the Gnoll might have broken them, or they might simply have collapsed after too many years without magic to sustain them. Rex had devoted the entire night to searching for research notes on Netherwings.
He had obtained quite a few magic books and research journals from Vorgan. Ignoring everything else for the night, Rex had focused entirely on finding the Netherwing notes and managed to gather them all. Five research journals now lay before him, but what made him frown was that the material was incomplete. One crucial piece was missing. He had skimmed through all the journals, which described how Medivh had captured Netherwings and eventually tamed them through a series of methods. These flying mounts from the Twisting Nether resembled horses, their entire bodies sparkling like stars.
That should have been detailed enough, but to Rex, the journals were missing one vital point: how to capture a Netherwing. The Twisting Nether was not somewhere ordinary people could visit. For Medivh, however, it was hardly worth mentioning. Known as the Astral Mage, Medivh could not only enter the Twisting Nether but also roam the astral plane and travel to other worlds.
Beyond that, all of this had also depended on Karazhan's unique environment. Space and time there were displaced and warped. Put simply, the barriers between spaces were